I live in a great neighbourhood. If I wake up early on a weekend, walk down Sherman to Main, turn right and head east towards Tim Horton’s for a coffee, sometimes I’ll walk right by a hooker working the early morning shift. How great is that!! Unfortunately, this morning I slept till noon, got my laundry together walked to the corner of Sherman and Main and the laundromat was packed. No exaggeration, packed with these fat women, packed into their spandex, with multiply bags of laundry packed with dirty clothing from their 6 kids, from 4 different fathers, who at sometime must have drunkenly packed mom. I didn’t feel like manoeuvring my laundry cart around the sweating obstacle course, so I opted for the wash and fold service. I left my bag of dirty laundry, with the racing stripes in my underwear, at the laundromat and headed east along Main to grab a coffee. Like I said unfortunately I didn’t get up till noon so I missed the early morning hooker shift. Maybe I’ll grab a coffee earlier tomorrow.

Jeff, you might like this blog because not only was it a personal glimpse into my life but also very informative on where to find early morning weekend hookers.